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This story is inspired by a beautiful poem called ‘The Fish’ by Elizabeth Bishop. It is a reminder not to dismiss an often forgotten generation. Helping the elderly is not just a charitable endeavour it will also bring wisdom and comfort to the many lost souls of today’s youth.It is a two-way street.

Rainbow

The light spray of cherry rain on my face was startling and strangely cooling. I had been trying one of the Barefoot Contessa recipes and was at a crucial moment in the stirring process. I was both surprised and slightly irritated when the unfamiliar twang of my out of practice door-bell permeated the more gentle rhythm of my food mixer. Red from exertion, I opened the door cautiously and reminded myself yet again that I really should invest in one of those glass eye things. That was when my face met the cherry aftermath of a gum bubble. The creature that stood before me looked as if she had absorbed the colour out of the grey day and put it all into her jacket. I blinked slowly taking it all in. READ MORE: